You had your "Fuck me" heels on. It was the first thing I noticed, something that had been running through my fantasies for months. But what were above those heels is what made my dick swell in my pants. You had on red boy shorts, with black words right above my pussy that read "Fuck me," matching with your heels.
I completely forgot the words I had planned to say. It was going to be something sexy, and I was going to top it off with a soft but passionate kiss on your lips—whichever lips I got to first—but my mind went completely blank. You look so fucking amazing and I want to do exactly what your panties are telling me to do. But first...I want to play a game.
"Daddy?"
"Yes princess?"
You giggle. My dick presses harder against my pants.
"I want you to fuck me."
"I know princess," I say as I walk towards you, "pretty much got that without you saying a word. But I want to try something."
"Yes Sir?"
I'm right in front of you. I reach out and squeeze your ass and pull your tight, firm body towards mine. I press my dick up against you long enough to feel your breathing change and hear you gasp.
"Daddy!" you moan. You're begging me to fuck you at this point. My mind travels back over the last couple days.
Things have been busy lately and we haven't had sex in three days. Of the three, I spent 2 days teasing you, writing messages and placing them on the mirrors and the doors of the apartment—things like "I want to fuck my princess" and "My pussy better be dripping when I finger fuck you."
On top of that, there were the random moments when you would wake up wet, horny, and frustrated, soon realizing that I was sucking your clit and something had happened to your underwear. You would beg me to fuck you and I would order you back to bed. (This takes a lot of discipline on my part.) Last night you called me a "mean Daddy" and I smiled silently to myself in the dark. The next morning you were really angry and decided to make yourself breakfast. For me you left a cup of orange juice and a cold bagel.
"I know you want Daddy to make love to you princess...but you will have to be a little patient."
"Yes Sir," you say as you pout and lower your head. So cute. So sexy.
"Awwwww princess, don't be so disappointed. I want to play a game. I think you'll like it."
You look up at me and smile. "What kind of game Daddy?"
"A sex game."
You giggle. "Okay Sir" you say softly.
"Good girl."
I go over to the couch and sit down and motion for you to come. You do. Slowly, playfully, in your sexy underwear and lacey black and red bra. And your "fuck me" heels. As you walk you lick your lips and bite the tip of your index finger sultrily. I sit there and I wonder how I ever made it through 2 decades of life without you.
You kneel in front of me and rest your head on my lap.
"Okay," I clear my throat, "here are the rules. You have to sit on my dick"—as I say this you let out a soft moan—"and you cannot move. Okay...here is the part where it gets tough. I can tell you whatever I want, all the things I want to do to you; I can touch and tease you anywhere on your body. But your pelvis cannot move. You can do the same and I can't move either. This lasts until someone caves."
"Daddy, this sounds hard."
"I know princess."—I pause for a moment and then continue—" If I move that means you win and you can decide whether we can have sex or not."—you giggle—" If you move you Iose, then we have to stop the game for 7 minutes. Do you understand the rules?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Okay princess. Good girl. Stand for me."
You stand in front of me and I kiss you on your stomach, soft and slow, letting my tongue rub gently against your skin. I use my finger to rub my pussy. Your panties are soaked. I moan. "Mmmm...you're all wet princess. This is going to be fun." I pull down your boy shorts, all the way down to your feet. You playfully wiggle your way out of them. You reach down to unbutton my pants. I arch my back and lift myself slightly off the couch in order to pull them off.
You unbutton my shirt. You look down and stare at my dick, pressing impatiently against my boxers. You rub it slow—and rough.
"Mine Daddy?"
"Yours."
You pull off my boxer.
"Sit on it," I order.
"Mmmm...yes Daddy." You sound so good. I could feel my dick swell and throb and my pussy touch the tip—so wet, so tight, so warm. You slide down slowly, and I can feel your muscles tighten and relax. You gasp. I moan and my dick starts to throb involuntary and burn uncontrollably, the strong overpowering fire of arousal. You dig your nails into my chest and you let my pussy swallow my dick. I feel like I have finally come home. This is where I need to be. Inside of you.
"Okay. Stop princess," I say firmly. Your body—already preparing itself to ride me—tenses and then relaxes on my order. So obedient.
I lick your neck softly and allow my tongue to roll up and down the soft sweet smelling skin. You smell amazing and you taste just as wonderful. I feel your body jerk and I hear you moan. I can already feel your juices collect in my lap and I can feel my pussy throb in involuntary spasms. This sets me off and I want to give you a deep hard stroke so I can feel your body get tight and hear the deep
powerful sound of a passionate moan from your lips. But I stop myself. I resist.
"Princess," I whisper in your ear, "I've been waiting three days to fuck you. I've been waiting three days to feel your pussy wrap around my dick. You feel so good. I love being inside you. I want to fuck you deep and hard, feel your tight pussy contract around my throbbing dick. You are mine. You were always mine."
"Yes Daddy!" you cry. "I was always yours. My pussy is yours."
You dig your nails into my back. I arch my back but I try to keep my pelvis completely still. You giggle and it seamlessly goes into a low moan. I lift your bra and grab your breasts. Your nipples are perky, standing straight up. I move forward a little with my upper body and bend my neck. I suck on your left breast.
"Daddy! Please fuck me!" you scream out. Your juices and running down my inner thighs. My dick begins to throb as if I am about to come but then stops. Your pussy reacts to this by tightening up. Even without moving your pelvis, your pussy is a force that shouldn't be underestimated.
Asking me to fuck you isn't against the rules. It's actually a pretty good strategy. But at this point I know it's only out=2 0of want. I decide to play my card as well.
"Daddy loves you princess," I whisper with a heavy groan.
You forget yourself and begin to straddle me, wrapping your arms around my back. I gasp.
"Oh Daddy! Mmmmmm....please." You giggle. You know you just lost the game but now you are hoping that I will break the rules. The thought crosses my mind several times as you straddle me, riding hard on my dick.
"Get up."
"No Daddy," you whine.
"Excuse me."
You look at me and pout. You don't say "Yes sir." You're angry at me and you want to show it.
"Oh stop being a brat," I say playfully as I lift you slowly off my dick, "You'll thank Daddy lat....uhhhhhhh." The feeling of your pussy contracting as you slide of my dick almost makes me come. Who knew that not having sex would feel so good?
"Damn princess! I love my pussy. But ummm..."—I seriously consider breaking the rules again—"We have to stop for a minute." I look at the clock to see what time it was.
"Daddy telling me you love me isn't fair! I don't like you," you mutter softly.
"I love you too princess."
"I didn't say that," you say under your brea th, pouting heavily, lowering your head towards the floor. I hug you. You try to grab my dick. I pull away quick. "Naughty girl," I say firmly. You giggle. Such a brat.
"Daddy, my pussy is throbbing." You don't say anything after that, just stare at me with deep eyes.
